clinging to my conciousness. manically looking for a handhold in the oil slick of my mind. it wanted nothing to do with me or my destructive behavior. finally the curtain closed. there was no standing ovation. it left me behind but forgot to take its dreams along with it.
...a strange night.







dd
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who the hell knows anymore?
--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
--
who the hell knows anymore?
promise
--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
--
who the hell knows anymore?
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